Chapter 13: Impure
A war took place here between them, here upon the wastelands. and it was this war and its raging fire that wiped the wastelands clean of life.
Heart and Claw
"plenty of groups are interested in the wasteland's wildlife.
Project X (pt7)
The warriors were taken to their safety zone each one of them took a seat it was a barren wasteland. the sky was black the ground was black; it was a flat sandy wasteland of nothingness.
Wasteland Survivor – Reasons - ch3
#4 of wasteland survivor back again, can't seem to stop these from flowing, ideas are pouring out, having to keep a notepad at work now. thanks to crazy one for how to link all these.
Wasteland Survivor – War - ch33
#34 of wasteland survivor a sudden commotion broke out behind us, i turned my head and saw a huge purple floating disk about three meters high, hovering barely off the ground.
The Human Species - BAD END II: 'Negligence'
With the loss of dialga, palika and giratina, the fourth generation saw gravitational and dimensional anomalies springing up all over the world, wreaking havoc upon the already desolate wastelands.
Never Again
Things had not improved on the wastelands as the cloud of dust grew larger.
//?A Curious Sergal: Part 5.001
But wait... a commotion was forming in the wastelands of the destroyed battlefield. a circle formed in the waves of grey. inside the circle was a lone strong figure with a thick mane(arroyo, for those that forgot).
Wasteland Survivor – Union - ch12
#13 of wasteland survivor ok, a quick heads-up for the non-aussies: ute - pick-up truck dry-as-a-bone - big heavy leather oiled trench coat that is water proof, when worn with a wide brimmed hat you can stand in a torrential downpour all day and not get
The Dark City: Canyon of Death
Time has played a cruel prank on this city; turning it into a demon infested wasteland. the tall black walls look like they were spawned straight out of the ground from hell itself.
Alexander, the Extremely Lonely Dragon in a Dystopic Future
Maybe the west really was just a wasteland. maybe the words of the regime had been true. maybe the forgotten ones really had fallen.
Answers within the rubble
My gun of choice around my back, i pin my ears back and stare at the seemingly endless wasteland.